Crazy Bitch (Bitches and Queens) by Rachael James Page A

when Hannah was least expecting it, she
flipped over onto her back. Willow looked up at Hannah with a cocky smirk. Let’s
see who the slut is now.
    Hannah’s hands jerked away and
hung suspended in the air halfway between them. Willow waited for some kind of
response, but Hannah only returned her stare with a blank fogginess in her
eyes. Then Willow noticed Hannah’s fingers lightly fluttering, and she realized
that Hannah was trembling.
    “Hannah, what’s wrong?” Willow
asked as she scooted out from beneath Hannah and sat up in front of her.
    When Hannah didn’t answer,
Willow reached out and touched her face. Brushing back a loose tendril of her
platinum hair, Willow asked, “Is this your first time?”
    “Yes,” Hannah mumbled.
    Willow wrapped her arms around
Hannah.
    Everyone always talks about
out-of-body experiences, but they never discuss the painful crash back inside
the cage. For as long Hannah could remember, her essence always hovered outside
the body she so despised. Now, spirit and flesh once again reunited—the feeling
was so constricting, so squeezing, it was agonizing. The only relief was Willow’s
sprinkling of tiny kisses across her face, each one like a shot of Novocain
numbing the pain.
    Then Willow’s lips were on
hers. It felt so strange, so unbearably soft and sweet. Falling into the
feeling, their bodies crashed back onto the mattress. She felt Willow’s naked
skin under her through her satin pajamas. Her flesh felt like the most finely
woven silk. Hannah shifted onto her side so she could touch her. Starting at
her wrist, Hannah’s fingers trailed down Willow’s arm. When she reached a
sensitive spot on her underarm, Willow jerked in response. Moving on, her
fingers followed the curve of Willow’s body, past the shallow valleys of her
ribcage, over her belly button, and then back up the middle. She stopped once
her fingertips reached just below her breasts.
    Willow’s hot tongue licked at
the seam of her closed mouth. Hannah started to gasp in response and felt
Willow slip inside her lips. Feeling another person inside this body, which she
herself had just became reacquainted with, felt both shockingly intimate and
carnal. Like drowning in a river of sinfully wicked chocolate, Hannah never
wanted to come up for air, but she did when she felt Willow’s hand cradle her
own and pull it up to her breast.
    The creamy globe was soft but firm,
except for the rose-stained nipple that felt like a pebble against her palm.
Acting on instinct, Hannah leaned in to taste her there. The nub felt hard
against her tongue. She closed her lips to suckle Willow’s nipple while her
hand caressed her other breast. Alternating back and forth between them, Hannah
decided that she could happily spend the rest of her life right there, doing
that very thing.
    Yet, Willow was such a
marvelous creature, like a treasure trove filled with all the riches of this
earth, and Hannah wanted more. She wanted to explore every inch of Willow,
stuff herself full with all her glories.
     With her hands and mouth, she
did just that—finally understanding the act she had witnessed hundreds of times
before. Hannah used to believe if she just watched long enough, she might
understand it, as if sex was nothing more than piece of bizarre modern art.
There were times when she had an inkling of understanding, but it wasn’t until now,
when she was with Willow, that all the pieces of the puzzle finally fell in
place.
    Licking and nipping her way
down Willow’s belly, Hannah came to the waistband of her pajama bottoms. She
stopped to look up at her. Her eyelids had grown heavy. Her belly rose and fell
erratically, but it wasn’t until Willow pulled her hips off the mattress and
tugged off her bottoms and panties that Hannah was certain she was doing this
right.
    Hannah hid her smile against
the curve of her hip and then moved to settle between her open thighs. She took
a long moment to look at her there. Before it wouldn’t